The room is big but sparse with a bed, a beautiful dark wood desk, fridge, TV and a marble floor. Outside I have a little veranda, overlooking the rooftops, where I can have my morning coffee and establish which buggering Cockerel crows at 6am.
Yesterday, I wrote 1305 and a further 1011 today. I'm pretty peeved with my wordcount but hours have been absorbed finding supermarkets, motorbike taxing food home, working out what to do in a kitchen with three deep fat fryers and no oven, having sweet potato and conversations about communism for lunch with the family who own the house and hiring a bicycle to get about.
Still, this morning I woke made myself a Ca Phe Sua Da (espresso (mine's a french vanilla) condensed milk, ice) and sat at my desk at the window with the warm morning air wafting in and that bloomin' rooster crowing away and thought, 'yup, I'll get some good work done here.'
I also uploaded YWriter and imported the novel (long and tedious and involving much cutting and pasting - thank goodness for Kings of Convenience Radio on Last FM) and couldn't help a quick read back here and there (though I promised myself I wouldn't!) and to my surprise I didn't recoil in horror. There's a lot of work to do when I get to NZ but mainly it is what I intended when I started out all those months ago. So, piddly wordcount aside a good day with hopefully lots of word bursting good ones to come....
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